A/N: sorry about the delay but I've been really busy lately but hopefully updates will be more frequent in the future! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy :)
What the hell was happening? My mind imploded with questions at the sight of this unfathomable machine. It was bigger on the inside! What the heck? My hands immediately shot up to my head and I let out a whimper- this was too much for me; I was just the girl from Liverpool whose best friend was obsessed with films. I was the girl who was always there but never noticed. I was the girl whose sole purpose was to find a way to eat as much as possible without putting on weight. That was just who I was. I wasn't a girl destined for greatness or massive boxes that are bigger on the inside.
"Excuse me, do you mind?" a southern female voice echoed from behind the main console. She stepped out revealing flame coloured hair the same shade as the box we were in. The strange woman wore a brown leather jacket and blue jeans and looked about ten years older than me. Her look was one of annoyance yet she didn't seem to realise that I'd just broken into her box.
"Donna! Don't be mean," I heard another voice, a male this time. The flame-haired woman (Donna, I presumed) stepped sideways to look at the man, revealing his skinny figure. The man, who was wearing a blue pin-striped suit, was taller than Donna and looked down upon her with slight scorn. On his feet were bright red converse which contrasted with his smart suit. I was mesmerised by his awesome dark hair and chocolate brown eyes which were framed by oblong spectacles.
"And how exactly has this girl got in here?" Donna asked the tall man. "The TARDIS is supposed to be blended in like – whatsit - a chameleon?" The man nodded and speedily took off his glasses, taking a few steps closer to me so that his face was inches from mine. I would say this man had no sense of personal space, but he sure looked and smelt good, so I wasn't complaining. His brown eyes looked deep into my grey ones, like he was studying my soul or something.
"Freya," I started as he quietly said my name. How did he know what I was called? We'd only just met and I had half a mind to walk out this unbelievable box and forget the whole incident.
"What?" I queried, needing to know more. "You're not a paedophile are you? Waiting for me to step into your box of tricks? I want no part in this twisted game you're playing, if that's the case. Your good looks may take you so far, or your chameleon thingy, but one day-"
"Freya-" the man mumbled but I carried on.
"-you'll have to face up to your foolish existence because one day someone's going to-"
"Freya..." I kept going, wanting to shame this weird man.
"-take you to court about your blue box that's standing on their property and your woman who you've captured and brainwashed. I don't know what's wrong with you, but-"
"FREYA!" I stopped talking immediately as he shouted my name. Donna chuckled from further away. "Thank you. I know how you got in here and know all about your life- how you think your best friend might fancy you but you've already got a boyfriend from university who's quite fit in your opinion, almost as hot as you think I am and you just want to stay friends with him, though you have kissed once or twice, just to try..." he paused and looked at me and I stared back at him not knowing what to say. He knew all this? "Do you want me to continue?" I glanced at Donna then shook my head, knowing all my few remaining secrets would be spilled if I let him carry on.
After a minute I spoke up, wanting answers. "If you don't want me to report you to the police for trespassing private property, you'd better answer some questions." I smirked, liking the superior position I was in, yet hating myself for being in it. "Firstly, who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor and this is Donna," he replied smoothly as if he answered the question all the time.
"Just 'the Doctor'?" I asked curiously.
"Just 'the Doctor'," he confirmed cheerily, a grin spreading across his face. I relaxed a bit.
"What do you do in this box, then?" I asked tentatively, not sure if I wanted to know.
"We... well..." he glanced at Donna and she nodded discreetly at him. "We travel through time and space." I held my breath. They travel through time and space? Okay, I'll believe them...
"Okay," I said, a lot less confidently that I'd planned. "Can you prove it? Can you take me somewhere?"
The Doctor nodded. "Where do you want to go?" It took me a while to think. It's like when you find yourself on Google Earth after a long and tedious surfing session and it asks you where you want to go. Anywhere in the whole world and you go straight to your own house; the place you see every day. Then it's your best friend's house and then, and only then, do you go to the more interesting places, like the Eiffel Tower or the Pyramids of Giza or the Statue of Liberty. It was like that only 3D- anywhere you've ever wanted to go and I didn't want to go home.
"I'd like to visit Hitler, actually. Germany 1941," I said slowly and the Doctor looked a bit confused. "Do you have a custard pie as well?" He laughed and seemed to tag onto what I was getting at. He flicked a few switches and turn dials on the main console before the whole machine started to vibrate and then it kicked into action. The tube up the middle made a thrumming noise and suddenly there was a big crash and sparks flew out of the console.
"Did I mention that you should hold on tight? Allons-y!" he shouted above the crashes and clangs. I laughed before I was violently flung to the floor by a sudden reflex and quickly stood up and grabbed onto a cold metal railing behind me. All of a sudden it was over and we all regained my balance.
"Here's your pie," Donna said, coming out from the archway behind the console and handing me a perfect custard pie."
"I estimate you have around twelve seconds to splat the pie before Hitler realises you are there, then you have to run as quick as possible back to us before he does something reckless like he always does, like shoot you. Don't die, but most importantly, have fun- this may be your only chance to put a pie in Adolf Hitler's face." I laughed at the absurdity of his comment and stepped out of the doors.
At first I thought I was alone in the huge conference hall when a tall-ish man with a small black moustache stepped in. He must be Hitler. The Doctor stepped out of the door behind me and waved for me to splat him before he noticed. I stepped forward tentatively and held the pie in front of his face. Before Hitler had time to react, my hand surged forward and I smothered his face in cream and pie. Quickly, I ran back towards the blue box, only looking back one before the Doctor closed the door; a look of complete shock spread across Adolf Hitler's face as he realised he had been humiliated. I smiled widely before his shock turned to rage and ran inside as soon as he whipped out a gun.
Inside I found Donna and the Doctor literally on the floor laughing at the hilarious prank I'd just played. I couldn't help but laugh with them- I'd just shamed Hitler!
"You did well, Freya," the Doctor grinned. "A good choice, too. Most people pick a point in their families past lives or a massive moment in history to be part of but you just picked wonderfully. It's time to o home now, right?" The same rumbling, shaking, crashing, sparking, dangerous procedure repeated and I found myself having to say goodbye.
"Short but sweet, eh?" Donna said. "You did good, kid. Don't forget what you've done but do forget about us. Although it may be fun and games sometimes," she glanced at the Doctor who had a sad smile on his face. "You may get hurt and we couldn't live with that. I'm sorry but you've got to forget what happened and who we are. Thanks for the laugh, anyway." The Doctor smiled sadly, not truly saying goodbye but he saluted which made me feel honoured to be even a small part of this.
Turning, I fumbled with the handle before hearing the blue wooden door swing forwards in front of me to reveal my footprints still standing on the ground. I don't know why I expected them to be gone but I thought that box plays tricks with your mind. As soon as I'd taken one step onto Glaramore Road, one foot followed the other and quickly I was halfway towards my house. I didn't look back for a while, though if I had I wouldn't have seen the car speeding down the hill, its wheels and brakes locked from the ice, on a collision course for me.